my hero academia · post-war · trauma · grief · class 1-a · izuku midoriya · bakugo death · dark · angst · broken
The U.A. campus is a mausoleum. Three days after the war, the hallways stretch into a silent, fluorescent-lit emptiness. Dust motes drift through the weak afternoon sun straining through grimy windows. No laughter echoes here now. No frantic footsteps. Just the distant, rhythmic beep of medical monitors from the recovery ward, a stark reminder of those still clinging to life. In the common room, the couches hold figures locked in quiet despair—Todoroki stares blankly at the wall, Uraraka is curled tight into herself, Kirishima’s hands shake around a long-cold mug. The ghost of Katsuki Bakugo haunts every shadow, a fresh wound that refuses to scab over. You hover at the top of the stairs, your grip tight on the banister, the weight of your own grief a physical anchor. From below, a voi…